Coach Myers by Kenny O.
"You look tired, Kenny", Coach Myers said as he walked towards me in the
boys locker room. He had just come in off the soccer field, was still
carrying his clipboard, and had his whistle around his neck.
"You played very well today".
"Thank you, sir", I said. I had stripped down completely and was all set
to hop in the shower as he approached me.
"You can cut out the "sir" stuff", he said, "School is over for the day.
I'm just finishing up here myself, and noticed you were moving a little
slower than usual this afternoon. If you like, why don't you pop into my
office after you've showered, and I'll give you a quick massage to keep
those muscles from stiffening up".
A massage from Coach Myers? Even at my young age I knew a god when I saw
one, and this man was definitely a god. Just the thought of his hands on
my body was enough to make one muscle in particular stiffen.
"Great!" I said, nervously reaching into my locker for my towel as an
excuse to turn away from him so he wouldn't see that I was becoming
aroused.
"Take your time", he said. "I've got to shower too, but come on into my
office and make yourself comfortable when you're ready". "Once again", he
said as he gave me a friendly slap on my bare ass and turned towards his
office and private shower, "you played very well out there today".
I showered quickly, then slipped on my briefs. I wasn't sure if I should
put pants on or not. I decided to take a chance and skip the pants. I did,
however, bring my towel along just in case I needed something to wrap
around myself in a hurry. As I approached his office door, I heard the
shower in the background. I went in and to my surprise, his bathroom door
was open. I could barely see him through the fogged glass of the shower
door, but I could see him well enough to know that my suspicions were
correct; this man was built. He must have heard me come in, because he
opened the shower door a little, looked at me standing there in my white
briefs, smiled and said "Stretch out there on the massage table, I'll be
with you in a minute."
I laid on the table, face down because when he opened the shower door, I
caught a full view of Coach Myers beautiful body and the most perfect cock
I'd ever seen. My friends and I had messed around plenty, but none of us
had anything like that. I was getting hard again, and was hoping that the
massage could be done without me having to turn over. When he stepped out
of shower to dry off, I thought I would go crazy. He toweled off right in
front of me, then slipped on a white terry cloth robe.
He stood alongside the table and began rubbing my shoulders. I turned my
head to face him and could clearly see the where his impressive cock was
hitting against the inside of his robe as his hands worked out the tension
on my tense muscles.
"Nothing beats a massage after a hard workout", he said, as the motion of
his body was causing the robe to loosen slightly. I could tell that if this
kept up, soon I'd be staring straight at the dick I'd fantasized about all
semester. He began working his way down my back, and before long I could
feel his hands just above the waistline of my underwear. I was hard as a
rock and was glad to be laying on my stomach. Then, I felt one of his
hands move down my leg, slowly, to my calf, while the other came to a rest
on my ass.
"Nice legs", he said, "Strong." "Do you run much off-campus?"
His hand was still resting on my ass while he waited for a response. I
knew he was testing me, trying to gauge how far he could go with this, and
I was not about to stop him at this point.
"I jog pretty often, 3 or 4 times a week" I said, and ever so
slightly wriggled my ass so that he would be forced to either move his
hand, one way or the other.
"Well, whatever you're doing, it's working", he replied. I didn't
know if he meant my jogging, or that I was turning him on. I figured he
must have meant the jogging but was proved wrong when he squeezed my ass
lightly and said, "Keep it up". He moved a little toward the head of the
massage table which brought back into my line of sight.
The robe had now loosened to the point where it was barely closed at all.
I could see the hair above his dick, and the size of the cock concealed
behind heavy terry cloth had obviously grown considerably. He didn't seem
to mind my looking at it. In fact, he was clearly enjoying it very much.
As he continued squeezing and massaging my ass with one hand, he began to
move the other up the inside of my thigh till it lightly brushed my white
briefs. He reached down between my legs and began to stroke my balls
through the thin fabric of my underwear. I moaned almost inaudibly and
shifted one of my legs outward a bit to accommodate his large hand and to
encourage him.
"I had a feeling you'd enjoy one of my massages," he said, as his
robe opened just enough to free his cock from their restraint. It was
half-erect and just inches from my mouth. I wanted more than anything to
taste that beautiful cock, but thought I'd let him continue to run the
show. I looked at him to make sure he was looking at my face, than I
looked at his cock and licked my lips.
"You want that, don't you Kenny?" he asked in a low voice as he
opened his robe fully. "Well, don't worry, you'll get it, but I'm not
finished with my massage. Why don't you turn over, so I can continue?" It
seemed pointless to try to hide my hard-on from him any longer, so I turned
over. I turned my head to the side so that I could continue to stare at
that amazing cock as he massaged me. He ran his hands over my chest and
stomach, and traced the waistband of my briefs with his finger. The
outline of my rock-hard cock was clearly visible through the white fabric
of my briefs, and a wet spot was forming near the tip.
"Looks like you enjoy getting massages as much as I like giving
them", Coach Myers said, and ran his fingers over the length of my cock,
circling the pre-cum spot with his fingernail and sending shivers
throughout my body. Leaving one hand on my swollen cock, he walked around
the table till he was standing between my feet. He reached towards the
waistband of my underwear, but instead of pulling them down as I thought he
would, he gently but firmly took hold of my hips and slid me down the table
towards him so that his cock was pressing again my underwear. I got up on
my elbows so I could see that dream dick of his between my legs. There it
was, now fully erect and oozing pre-cum. I would have been more than happy
to take that cock up my ass, or at least die trying, but Coach was still in
charge, and had other plans.
He slipped his finger under the elastic leg opening of my briefs and
pressed against my asshole while looking into my eyes. Leaning over me, he
first bit me lightly on the neck, then my shoulder, my nipple, and
continued working his way down to my now aching cock, all the while
maintaining a constant pressure on my asshole with his finger. I was
moaning like crazy now. When he got down to my cock, he opened his mouth
and took as much of my cock in as my now very wet underwear would allow.
He continued licking and sucking my cock through my briefs, bringing me to
the edge of climax. Just as I was approaching the point of no return, he
abruptly stopped, stood up, and said "Not yet, Kenny, let's both cum
together"
He stepped forward and lifting the leg opening, slid his cock into my
underwear alongside mine. This sight of two hard cocks inside my briefs
was enough to take me right back to the brink, especially knowing that the
large of the two belonged to Coach Myers. He began sliding his dick in and
out of my briefs, helped by the slippery condition our now combined pre-cum
had left them in, along with all the licking and sucking Coach had done
earlier.
As his cock slid alongside mine, I could tell that I was gonna cum, and
soon. Coach was not far off either, I could tell by the way his breathing
had accelerated. Maintaining his steady thrusts and looking into my eyes,
Coach said, "Go ahead, Kenny, go for it!". Those were just the words of
encouragement I needed. I felt my balls tighten, and exploded in what is
still the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced. Wave after wave of hot
cum shot all over the inside of my briefs, and onto Coach Myers' still
thrusting cock. I could hear a deep growl coming from somewhere deep
inside Coach Myers, and it grew increasingly loud as his hands tightened on
my hips and he began thrusting faster. Suddenly, his back arched and he
shot his huge load into my now thoroughly soaked underwear.
We remained motionless for a minute as our breathing slowed. Coach Myers
looked down at our two cocks, still inside my underwear, smiled and said
"Looks like you could use another shower, Sport." He was right, I could,
but I was reluctant to move, not knowing when I would ever again have the
opportunity to have Coach Myers' cock shoot into my briefs, especially
while I was still wearing them.
"Lets get these off of you", he said and slipped his cock out of my
underwear. I lifted my hips as he slipped the briefs off and handed them
to me.
"Hit the showers", he said and tied the sash of his robe. I
smiled, hopped down off the table, and started towards the door to the boys
locker room showers, wet briefs and towel in hand.
"Kenny", I heard him say as his hand touched my shoulder, quickly traveled
down to my ass, then around front and gently took hold of my now limp cock.
"Use my shower", he said smiling as my cock began to grow in his hand,
"Then you can give me a massage".
Coach Myers and I had after school massage sessions 4 times after that day,
and then he moved to another city. I never saw him again, but think of him
often, and to this day consider having another man slip his hard cock into
my briefs alongside my cock one of my favorite sexual activities.